The City Of Golf Of By Robert Fuller Murray

The City Of Golf Of By Robert Fuller Murray Would you like to see a city given over, Soul and body, to a tyrannising game? If you would, there’s little need to be a rover, For St. Andrews is the abject city’s name. It is surely quite superfluous to mention, To a person who has […]

The Golf Ball And The Loan Of By Robert Fuller Murray

The Golf Ball And The Loan Of By Robert Fuller Murray [After Longfellow.] I drove a golf-ball into the air; It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I lent five shillings to some men, They spent it all, I know […]